I am Khalvash.

They tell me *Homo Perfectus* isn't popular yet. They tell me the numbers aren't roaring. 

Let me tell you something about business. The masses are lazy. They run toward cheap, loud noise because they don't have the stomach for a slow burn. They want instant gratification, and they want it handed to them on a silver platter. I don't operate that way. 

When I started, nobody knew my name either. We were just dirt beneath their boots. But a real empire isn't built overnight by shouting in the streets. It is built quietly, in the shadows, laying down one brick at a time with absolute **precision** and **flawless efficiency**. 

I wrote eleven chapters of *Homo Perfectus* like a man planning a tactical ambush. I chose to ground a god-like global phantom within the quiet routine of university life. I chose to count the percentages of a human smile. I didn't rush to show off his power for cheap applause. I built a foundation so solid that when the hammer finally drops in Volume 2, it will crack the floorboards. 

So let them sleep on it for now. Let the crowd ignore the doors of Kokushin University. It doesn't change the value of the work. True quality doesn't beg for readers; it waits for them to catch up. 

I've already written the script, and I know exactly what this story is worth. The world will notice *Homo Perfectus*. Not because I'm going to ask them to... but because by order of the Peaky Blinders, I'm going to make it impossible for them to look away.